I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Rove said that it was not for making money, but for making friends, but he plucked a few more tail feathers from Fox's nest.

He's going to take it back and make quills.

The quill pen made of Phoenix tail feathers is warm in winter and cool in summer, with its own clearing function, which belongs to the firebolt in the pen!

Of course, if there are any leftovers, you can ask Ollivander to make a batch of wands with Fox's tail feathers as the core. Quan and Voldemort's yew wand are twin cores.

In this way, when Voldemort is resurrected, when Rove and him are fighting, because the core of the wand is the same, a "flashback spell phenomenon" will automatically occur between the wands... Even if it is not Voldemort's opponent, we can force a 50-50 split.

It is a must-have item for life-saving!

Dumbledore watched Rove picking up the tail feathers there, and couldn't help showing a kind smile on his face.

He thought the boy was quite interesting, unlike Newt when he was a child, he was not talkative, a little autistic, and his face would blush after a few words of teasing.

The old man let go of the hand on the boy's shoulder, turned around, sat down on the chair, and motioned for Rove to sit down too.

"I'm a little bit hungry. How about some late-night snack, Rove? How about lemon ice cream or honey cake?"

"Eating too much sweets at night is not good for your teeth, and it's easy to gain weight." Rove shook his head and refused, "A cup of tea is fine."

Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped it lightly, and immediately a rotating tea tray and a tray of ice cream appeared in the air.

"I've had some pain in my right tooth recently. Madam Pomfrey also warned me not to eat too much sweets, or I'll get tooth decay."

Dumbledore picked up a piece of lemon ice cream, took a bite, and blinked, "But it's really delicious."

Rove picked up the teacup with cracked ice, took a sip of the tea, and persuaded, "It's better to go and have a look earlier if you don't mend the small hole and suffer from the big hole."

"The potions used by the school hospital to treat toothaches are made by Professor Snape, but those potions..."

Dumbledore shook his head and deliberately lowered his voice, as if revealing a great secret.

"It's hard to drink."

Rove raised his eyebrows. Even Dumbledore said it was bad to drink, so it was really bad to drink. It seems that you should be careful when going to the school hospital in the future.

The boy thought for a while and said, "Actually, we can switch to other treatment methods."

The old man leaned forward and asked curiously, "What method?"

Rove originally wanted to introduce his Seria's Fantastic Beasts Store, and then took the opportunity to give Dumbledore his teeth a hard-core advertisement among students to promote it.

Look, even Dumbledore is looking for me to see a doctor, why don't you hurry up and send your pets here?

But Rove suddenly remembered that he was a veterinarian, and he had already offended the Sorting Hat and many old principals, and the current principal had to take care of it.

Otherwise, what if I was fired?

The young man had no choice but to cough, and changed his words tactfully: "You can go to the Muggle clinic. Their modern medical treatment is actually beyond the imagination of many wizards."

"Hermione's father is a dentist, and I heard from her that her medical skills are very good."

"Oh, Miss Hermione Granger? I will definitely visit her father when I have time!" Dumbledore looked at Rove and asked suddenly, "You seem to respect Muggle things?"

"It's not admiration, but each has its own advantages and disadvantages." Luo Fu stretched out two fingers, pressed down on the thin and sweet white clear teacup, looked down at the tea noodles in the cup, and said softly:

"Many magics of wizards are indeed convenient, such as the Untraceable Stretching Curse, but there are also many places that are far inferior to Muggle technology.

Just like Hogwarts, candles and oil lamps that were used in the Middle Ages are still used today, and Muggles have entered the electrical age early.

A wizard's astronomical telescope can only observe the solar system, and Muggles can already detect galaxies billions of light years away..."

Hearing this, Dumbledore gave a light snort, seeming a little surprised.

Most of the children from wizarding families are full of arrogance and arrogance towards Muggles. Even if they have a little affection for Muggles, they will not take the initiative to understand their life and technology.

Even the Weasley family, who are famously fond of Muggles, are fanatical like Arthur Weasley, know little about Muggles, and make a lot of jokes.

Even their Muggle studies professor couldn't quite tell the difference between a telephone and a tape recorder, which would make a sound anyway.

Rove came from the Scamander family, and Dumbledore was amazed at how insightful he was at such a young age.

He is also middle-aged, and after encountering a series of accidents, he decided to sink his heart to understand this group of equally great groups.

The two chatted for a while, Rove talked about Muggle technology, and Dumbledore talked about anecdotes about the wizarding world, both of them listened with gusto.

Dumbledore has been sizing up the young man carefully, seeing his calm expression and clear thinking, the old man nodded secretly, as if he had discovered an interesting existence.

After the chat was over, Rove took out a golden letter from his pocket. One end of the envelope was sealed with wax paint, and there was an embossed wax seal on the wax paint, with a pattern of a snuffer printed on it.

"Professor Dumbledore, this is a letter my grandfather asked me to deliver to you."

This is also the reason why Dumbledore called Rove to the office on the first day of school, he was a messenger.

The headmaster removed the sealing wax, opened the envelope, and quickly scanned the contents of the secret letter, his brows gradually wrinkled.

Rove sat on the chair and didn't make a sound, just drinking tea quietly. He didn't read the contents of the letter, but he knew what New wrote.

Dumbledore adjusted his half-moon glasses, raised his head, and said slowly:

"Rove, did you follow Newt to the Albanian forest this summer?"

The teenager nodded.

During the summer vacation, they accepted the invitation of the Albanian Ministry of Magic to go to the Albanian forest to investigate the reasons for the mass death of animals.

Rove knew that it was Voldemort who was hiding in that forest. He turned into a wandering spirit and possessed animals, which would drastically shorten their lifespan.

Of course, Rove knew better that Newt was sent by Dumbledore as his little spy to find out about the Dark Lord.

"By the way, I also met Professor Quirrell, who also entered the Albanian forest." Rove said.

"Well, I see." Dumbledore smiled, and changed the topic: "When you returned to England from Romania, was it inspected by the Ministry of Magic?"

"They checked my box, but found nothing wrong." Rove shrugged.

"It's actually your grandfather's fault." Dumbledore said with a smile:

"Newt likes to run around with a bunch of magical creatures, and he's been to several cities where magical creatures have escaped.

When his grandson comes back from the dragon sanctuary, the Ministry of Magic will of course be a little nervous, afraid that you will bring dragons or something. "

"..."

Rove remained silent. Even he couldn't refute such terrible "slander" and "inherent prejudice"!

After all, it's all...facts! !

"So, Rove, I don't want the magical creatures in your box to run around, understand?" Dumbledore restrained his smile and said:

"I allow you to raise magical creatures in Hogwarts, but you are not allowed to attack students again." Dumbledore said seriously:

"You have to restrain them well. I don't want to see you get fired like your grandpa."

"..."

The portraits of the old headmaster stopped making noise a long time ago. They all pricked up their ears and eavesdropped on the conversation between the two. When they heard the expulsion, Phineas hummed a few times to express his support.

Dumbledore lifted his sleeves, slightly changed his sitting posture, and pulled out a letter from the table:

"This is your admission letter. You have been in Romania, and you went to Albania again. The owl can't cross the sea to find you...Although I am late, I still have to give it to you."

Rove took the letter and saw that it read:

To Mr. Rolf Scamander, Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts.

On the reverse is a wax seal, a coat of arms with a capital "H" surrounded by a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake.

Rove took out the letter and read it:

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry: Albus Dumbledore (President of the International Federation of Magic, President of the Wizarding Association, first-class wizard of the Merlin Sir Order).

Dear Mr. Scamander: We are pleased to inform you that you have been admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...  

Rove smiled with satisfaction, without this thing, it really seemed like something was missing.

But a late admission letter, which is an admission letter, is better than someone whose letter of admission might be forever late.

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Child, you can come here often when you have nothing to do. I really like to hear you talk about Muggles."

"I see, goodbye principal, goodbye Fox."

Rove stood up, bowed to thank the old man, and waved goodbye to the old principals on the wall.

What a polite boy, what a delight!

Dumbledore looked more and more amiable, nodded slightly with a smile and said: "Go, go, I should still be able to catch up with Hufflepuff's prefect introduction ceremony."

The boy turned and left the principal's office.

Dumbledore stood up, watched the boy leave, and sat back in his seat after closing the door.

The old man looked out the window, looking at the night scene alone, and he looked at the letters on the table again, his smile disappeared little by little.

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